Peril

ABE/SARA

They left the restaurant and headed back toward the bar, the focus of their conversation now on the songs she’d prepared. He went over the lead-ins, which would be brief, and how they had to be attuned to each other, singer and accompanist, to speed up if the other one got ahead, slow down if the other one fell behind, allow as much as possible for each other’s inevitable missteps, and above all, cut each other enough slack for a little improvisation.

“What time would be good for you?” he asked as they turned onto Twelfth Street.

“The sooner the better, I guess,” she answered.

At the bar, Abe introduced her to Jake, Susanne, and Jorge. After that, they took a table near the back, talked briefly, then, as if on a signal, Abe glanced at the clock. “So, ready?” he asked Sara.

“I guess I have to be,” she replied.

Abe walked to the piano, and standing beside it, introduced Sara as Samantha Damonte.

Then she sang, and as she sang Abe could feel it happening, how the people grew silent as they listened, grew silent and wrapped their hands around their glasses and hoped that just for a time, just for the few minutes during which her voice poured over them, the old devouring monster would leave them be.